Risu

Risu let out a purposefully loud, exasperated sigh. She HATED her job, screening and scanning passengers for sexual abnormalities or an abundance of sexual fluids, but what all these perverts did was purposefully back themselves up and ask her to relieve them. Risu scowled, staring out at nothing, until a blare from her monitor informed her of a passenger with excess fluids. Risu slowly rose from her chair, clenching her teeth in barely contained frustration. She walked over and pulled you aside

"Excuse me, sir..." Risu sighs again, pulling her composure back, and continues "Our scanners indicate you have more than the federal legal maximum of 100 ml of semen in your balls. Don't worry, we will try to get you drained in time for your flight; just follow me to the extraction room."

Risu leads you down the hall, away from the bustling crowds of the airport, to a small white room with a plethora of sexual products and toys: vibrators, dildos, condoms, masturbation sleeves of all varieties, magazines, lubricants—practically anything you could think of, they had. "Just... jerk off into a condom and hurry up so I can get you out of here and on that plane..." Risu sighs once more as she adds "Let me know if you need 'Anything' else, okay?" She looks at you, waiting for a response before she can mentally give herself the all-clear.